Melissa was sprawled in an armchair in the common room when a pair of rough, masculine hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who?" Sirius said smugly, his familiar cologne scent wafting over her.

"Sirius," she squeaked, laughing. He took his hands away, "Damn, you got me," he replied in a mock-annoyed tone.

She stood up and moved over to where he was standing behind her armchair, "How are you?"

"Bored," he said with a yawn, "I hate school."

She smirked, "I was just doing my transfiguration homework. Care to give me a hand?"

He kissed her in reply, shushing her effectively. She kissed him back passionately, her hands wrapping around his neck.

He broke off, "Um, Mel, maybe we should go upstairs- I mean, we're scarring the first years for life!"

"I'm not that bad a kisser am I?" she retorted lazily, but she walked up the stairs with him, holding him firmly by the waist. He opened the door to their dorm and luckily there was no one in there.

Then they began where they had left off, with Sirius reaching a slow hand down her top to rest on her breasts. Quickly and expertly, he pushed her top off over her head, and spun her round to undo her bra at the back. She moaned in desire, and returned the favour by pulling his top over his head and flinging in onto one of the beds. He had finally succeeded in undoing her bra, and his hands now rested firmly on her breasts, caressing them gently. He was landing butterfly kisses on her neck and slowly he moved his mouth down her body. She shuddered, holding his muscular frame tightly and nibbling his neck lightly. He pulled her down onto his bed suddenly, and began fiddling with the buttons doing up her jeans.

She didn't want this - it was going too fast. "Sirius, stop," she pleaded, resisting the temptation to succumb to his beautiful fingers. He hesitated for a moment, but succeeded in undoing her jeans. He began pulling them down, inch by inch.

"Sirius!" she moaned desperately, wriggling within his tight embrace.

Her jeans were at her knees now, and she could see a bulge at the top of his jeans which was obviously making him unable to control his body.

"Please!" she implored him, struggling even harder now. She could see he had realized something was wrong.

He kept pulling her jeans down, now nibbling her legs with his lips. She shuddered at his wonderful touch, but she couldn't do this… not yet!

She slapped him, hard, on his cheek. That made him stop, and look at her.

"What the fuck?" He asked her, his voice showing his desire.

She rolled off his bed and began doing up her jeans again, "Sirius- we're only sixteen!"

"But we're married!" He argued back, "Please Mel, I'm a man. I need this and I've been wanting to do it for so long! I'm not a virgin you know."

"So what- I'm your lust outlet?" She screamed back, furious, "Oh please, Sirius, a real man would wait until his wife was ready to have sex before trying to push her into it!"

"I have a condom! It's not unsafe or anything, Merlin Melissa, I wouldn't put you in a situation like that! You're twisting everything round to make it look like I tried to rape you or something!" He retorted strongly, standing up as well.

"You didn't stop!" she screamed, tears stinging her eyes. She turned around and groped blindly for the door handle.

"No Mel- Fuck don't, don't go! I didn't mean- I'm sorry!" Sirius pleaded with her desperately, craving forgiveness.

She regained control of her composure with difficulty, "I'm prepared to forget this ever happened," she hissed coolly, opening the door, "If it never happens again."

Sirius held his head in his hands, his body shaking with desire. I don't know… he thought, I don't know if I can prevent it happening again. I want her- fuck, I want her so bad!

xXoXx

"Alright," Professor McGonagall said, carrying a large box into their transfiguration classroom, "Today we will be facing boggarts and practising the spell 'Riddikulus' which turns the boggart into something funny. Form a line please, and I will open the box and let the boggart out."

The excited students formed a line, with James at the front. There were cheers when he stepped forward of, "Go James!" and "Shot Potter!"

James was nervous. He was trying to hide it, but he knew that if anyone looked too hard below the surface of his confident exterior, they would see it. He knew from the way Sirius and Remus were looking at him that they knew it too.

Professor McGonagall opened the box, and he saw, to his horror, the ghostly remains of his parents bodies floating towards him, red blood seeming to drip from their body.

"It was all your fault," his ghost mother said, glaring at him fiercely. Her long blonde hair hung lifeless and lank against her back and there was blood all through it.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, James," his father added, "We are."

He heard a sob behind him and the spell was broken.

"Don't listen to it!" Lily cried out behind him, "It's only a boggart! They loved you, no one could hate you!"

"R-r," he began, but his throat had gone dry.

"Mister Potter-" he heard Professor McGonagall start to say, but she broke off as he said strongly, "Riddikulus!" and his parents sprouted wings and flew up and turned into clouds. No one was laughing.

He was shaking all over now. His face was flushed and he couldn't feel his legs.

"Miss Evans, please take Mister Potter to the Hospital Wing," Professor McGonagall ordered, ignoring protests from Sirius, "She doesn't even like him!" "I'm his best friend!"

After a few more people, Remus stepped up. He knew what his boggart was likely to be and all he was worried about was that other people would find out. He saw a silvery white orb - the full moon - seem to hang in the air above him, and he uttered the incantation and turned it into a balloon. The spell let out the air in the balloon and it travelled around the room making a loud farting noise. This time people were laughing, he noted with relief. He wasn't sure he could handle his fear as James had.

It was Melissa's turn next and she stepped forward. The now deflated balloon slowly changed shape. She gasped when she realized what it was, and her cheeks burned with shame. It was herself, but her body shape was different. There was a prominent bulge in her tummy, and her hand was over it.

She heard a similar gasp from behind her and a muffled, "Shit!" She turned and saw Sirius standing directly behind her with his hand clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide.

She gave him a reassuring glance, waved her wand and murmured, "Riddikulus!" and her form melted onto the floor.

Peter's boggart was people laughing at him. After James' and Melissa's boggarts, his seemed lame and shallow.

Kendra stepped forward bravely, her hands in fists by her side. She watched silently as the boggart changed into a werewolf.

She heard the classroom door close loudly, and she turned round just in time to see Remus' figure running down the corridor. So now he knows… she thought wearily, not bothering to hide her emotion now. She collapsed on Melissa, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I just can't-"

"Shhh," Melissa said comfortingly, hugging her close, "Talk to him. You can sort it out with him and then everything will be okay."

"I thought you said you didn't care," Sirius said loudly and accusingly behind her, his face twisted into a sad scowl.

"I tried not to," she admitted miserably, "But I do."

"So that's it. That's the reason you don't love him," he continued, his voice getting louder with every word he spoke.

"Mister Black," Professor McGonagall warned, raising her eyebrows at him, "It is your turn."

He saw a woman with long, dark hair advancing towards him, "Riddikulus!" he said strongly, blowing her figure to dust. Melissa ran forward and hugged him, "It's not fair that your worst fear should be your mum," she said, clearly distressed about what she had just seen.

"It's okay," he replied reassuringly, patting her on the back, "It's okay."

xXoXx

She couldn't find him - where would he have gone?! She had looked in the boys' dormitory, by the lake, under the 'Marauders Tree' where they always sat at lunch, the Room of Requirement…

Where was he?

She wanted to tell him she was sorry, and at least have the chance to explain why she was scared. She had wanted to become an animagus so that she wouldn't have to be scared of him, so she would have the chance to overcome her lifelong fear of werewolves. She hadn't meant for that to come out into the open - she really hadn't. She hadn't wanted him to know, but now he did and all she could do now to rectify it was to explain her reasoning.

She wasn't just terrified of werewolves, she was scared of being bitten by one. Becoming one. But no doubt Remus thought that her worst fear was him. But it wasn't - that's just what it had looked like.

Merlin, where was he? She had looked in the prefect's bathroom now, the Great Hall, the greenhouses, the whomping willow…

The Shrieking Shack. Where he transformed! Why had she not thought of that before? She was approaching the whomping willow, armed only with a small branch and her wand. She ducked and weaved, and weaved and ducked, but however hard she tried, she could not reach the knot on the tree he had told her about.

She let out a scream of frustration. Why did this have to be so damn hard?

It was then that she remembered her wand; was she a witch or not? "Wingardium Leviosa," she muttered, levitating the branch so that it hit the knot strongly, freezing the tree's movement. She crept down the small tunnel that was now visible and she knew Remus was in there because she could hear faint sobs from the other end of the tunnel. The noise was becoming louder, and louder, until she burst into a small room, which she assumed was in the Shrieking Shack.

She could see Remus sitting on the bed curled up in a ball, his head in his hands and his shoulders shaking with sobs. Sobs that she had caused.

"Remus?" she said quietly, tentatively, reaching out a hand and placing it on his shoulder in an effort to comfort him.

He shook it off and grunted, "I'm surprised you can bear being around me."

"Listen, it's not-" she began, intending to explain it all.

"Yes it is," he sighed, sitting up and rolling his eyes at her, "You don't have to try and make it sound better than it is. You don't love me. I'm a werewolf and you're scared of me, of what I turn into. It's okay, Kendra. I don't care."

And with that, he stood up and left her, and she finally felt what he had felt when she had rejected him by the lake on Valentines Day. Loneliness.

Hey all, I'm so sorry I took so long - major writers block going on!! Sorry!

I'd just like to take this opportunity to advertise my new fic, Learning To Live, which needs a few reviews and readers (hint, hint, hint)

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